.//.Bless These Lands.//.

[spirit1]

Rosemont smiled at his lands with Waterfall at his side. She was smart, beautiful, carrying his foal and supportive of him. So with her at his side gave him confidence to rear up, call to the heavens to bless the land he lives in, with a smile on a maw and perhaps his cry answered he thudded back to the ground.

Then his ears pricked up to the call of another stallion, as such he raised his muzzle and called out, "Who are you stranger ?! I invite you to come into my land, with safe passage through, to come talk with your lead herds stallion." it was a sweet call, inviting but it came with a harsher tougn.

Rosemont nuzzled Waterfall lightly with a smile spread on his maw. "My dear, may you fetch the rest of the clan for me, they stay back at Rainbow Ridge. I need to see this stallion." he nuzzled her once more with a smile as he pressed his muscular body against her slender build with a rounded belly. "We must speak about raising the foals, but I shall leave that with the mothers from now on."

[lilmisspony]

[ooc] I take it that the calling stallion was Dearest Tiger? You have no fears in him challenging for leadership of the land, he is the sort that will only attack out of defence, justice or (ironically) mercy[/ooc]

Tiger listened silently form his perch upon the towering tor just long enough to hear the distant cry of the stallion. Not alone, then. But was this stallion a friendly, or would he spend his time punishing Tiger and his herd for being late to the land? Tiger looked around the land once more, 'twould be such a pity to lose it to a rival stallion with a cruel heart. It was the closest he had been to home for a good two summers now, and the pain of the loss had been almost unbearable. To lose a shadow of his former home, too, would be far more damaging than even he could predict.

Before making his way down the slope, Tiger took one more sweeping look across the land, and noted that his herd had failed to follow him. He was sure that they would eventually catch up, but how long was eventually, especially for two guardian knights, in their full fittness? Carefully stepping down the steep slope, Tiger noted the direction that the noise had come form, and breifly debated wether it was worth going to meet the stallion or not.

Witha a suddern burst of energy that one could only find when blessed with the presence of their natural element, Tiger galloped towards the source of the call. At least this way, any disputes would be steeled and false hopes crushed before they had a time to root themselves deeply.

[spirit1]

Rosemont arose his head to the crashing sound of rocks, his new home really reminded him of his old herds lands, perhaps that is why he could handle it here. At the sight of the smaller stallion he smiled, no threat. "Do you have a herd stallion ?" he asked. It was straight to the point and he would not share his home with a stallion that had no other equines to share it with. He was that kind of stallion at times, esspecially in a new territory.

Rosemont nuzzled Waterfall before he charged toward the stallion near his full speed and circled him. He stood at his full height of 17 hands, his dun coat shimmering with sweat, his muscles buldging out. If he was in threaten mode he would have charged the stallion with a warning beforehand, so no challenge. Just putting him in his place slightly. A smile grew on his maw.
I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that's dead

Look at me (me)
Look at me (me)
Look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head

In my lifetime when I'm disgraced
Jealousy and lies
I laugh aloud 'cause my life
Has gott'n inside someone else's mind

[lilmisspony]

Tiger only saw the stallion as he grew close, and indeed did not have the time to slow down, and hide silently before assessing the situation. Having seen the stallion, he was dearly wishing now that he had been able to do so, for he realised that it was the king of the old land, the arrogant one. But, Tiger reasoned, at least this would make for some amusement, if he could bring himself to see arrogance in an amusing light.

Tiger remained calm as the stallion charged him. Taller, yes, and perhaps more muscular, but by far younger, and undoubtedly lacking the skill in holding himself proud in a true and noble battle. That was evident form the charge he gave, loosing any advantages he could have had. Tiger merely underlined this fact with a simple sidestep, and turned to faced him as he stopped. The muscly, pwerful type were only ever good in straight lines.

Tiger eyed the stallion calmly, without emotion, without his usual deep searching look, and spoke in a similar level voice. "I have no herd in the sense that I own mares and breed them needlessly, if that is what you call a herd, stallion." Tiger had not reffered to the stallion, as a "Dear stallion", as was customary, for he had felt that he should not bother with such niceties. Nor had he baited him with the notion that he held a herd as a traditional stallion would, even making it seem that tiger had no herd at all. Tiger wanted an inkling in to the true colours of this stallion, was he a rightfully merciful one, worthy of lead of the land?

[spirit1]

Rosemont snorted at the stumpy stallion. How could such a small equine judge me?! he had no right ! thought Rosemont to himself. Rosemont threw his head around recklessly and snapped at the air so his head stod still, "Answer my question!" he snapped back. Locking his feet steady so that he would not move nor do his usual stamp on the ground, but he was giving the stallion an 'if-you-do-not-answer-my-question-straight-then-I-shall-do-what-is-necessary-for-my-herd' face looking at him through his deep sea blue eyes.

Rosemont nodded toward Waterfall and whispered, "try to gather the remains of the herd...even if it means going near King." just below his normal speaking tone and just above a whisper to be heard. A sharp twist around with his long nape and he was facing above the tricky small stallion, so he used his size, sticking his chest plate out with head held high an sweat plumiting to the ground down his muscles and his sides ripling outward. The beautiful chocolate forelock, mane and tail he was blessed with blew in the light breeze.

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels
At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as
They stared us down when we met in the emergency room
And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines

Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood

Well I felt I couldn't take, another day inside this place
From silent dreams we never wake, and in this promise that we'll make
Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear you anyway
Well I thought I heard you
Say I like you, we can get out
We don't have to stay, stay inside this place

Someday, this day, we kept falling down
Someday, this day, set the ferris wheel ablaze
You left my heart an open wound
And I love you for
This day, someday we kept falling down
One day, this day all we had to keep us safe
And if we never sleep again, it would never end
Well I thought I heard you say to me
We'll go so far, far as we can
And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away

[lilmisspony]

Tiger could have chuckled lightly at the stallion, but he paused himself. It seemed that he could bring himself to laugh at the face of arrogance, but at what cost? Surely the stallion would be driven mad at his pealing laughter. Well, more insane than what he already was, for one could almost see the whites of the stallion's eyes playing about the edges of his blue orbs. Most studdish indeed. Tiger glanced breifly at the mare standing a short distance, and would have thought nothing of it, except for the vivid reminder he was given of a stallion and a mare, their tale lost in time. This mad stallion, and seemingly ....quiet... mare brought forth a vivid reminder from his past, vivid indeed. Brother Centurio.

Tiger allowed a smile to dance across his maw, a small flickering smile, and not a wholeheartedly genuine one, either. This whole time he had kept two dark, unfathomable eyes targeted upon the tall, muscular dun, and now, only now, did he realise that this horse would probably try to attack him. Especially if Tiger were to refuse to bend to his ways, and he planned on doing exactly that. Fighting was not his way, and it never had been, but this horse reminded him of one demented prince that had run by the name if Inferno, an demented and tourtured prince indeed. What if this stallion were demented so? What would happen to Tiger's herd...his herd?

Tiger allowed the pause to play across the mountains, dancing and mocking whilst he thought. Tiger kept his sane, level voice as he replied, but now he allowed a slight mocking slip of joy drifed into his tones "I have already told you , dear stallion, there is no need to be aggressive about it. I hold company, occasionally, but not a needless breeding herd. . A small star of light shone brightly in Tiger's eye. He was going to regret that.

[flick4eva]

(ooc: Soz for interrupting, but I had to keep Hawkeye active and didn't want to pull Tiger away form this post.)

He had followed the stallion's scent to the new land. It had taken him all night and half the day to get here, but he had eventually arrived. Hawkeye had made his way back to the Ridge, to find that the stallion wasn't there. He made his way to the rocky abode, hoping to find his mentor here. He had. He rushed in, and straight up to Tiger.

"Flujo....Cougars...Blood" He managed to sob those words out, shaking. Hawkeye couldn't rid the images of the cougars riping apart his step-mother, preying on his brother. All that blood and pain....Surely enough images to last a lifetime. He looked around the stallion, and found another. The new horse seemed to be angry at Sir. He wondered why.

[lilmisspony]

OOC: 'Tis ok, should make for an interesting thread

Tiger's gaze broke form the other stallion's at the sound of hooves, small hooves, but hooves nonetheless. He breifly searched for the source, and saw a little black colt rushing towards him. Tiger was slightly annoyed that the colt would intterupt such an important meet between the two stallion, however lightly Tiger was taking it, but this annoyance soon subsided when he saw the terror in the little one's eyes. Tiger kept one eye and ear upon the stallion as he listened to what Hawkeye sputtered, and he did not like it. Flujo had not been a mare that he had cared for, rather, he felt a little awkward around her, but she had had two little colts with her. So was tiger now expected to raise this little one? He knew in his heart that he would, but as a stallion, he had no milk, and the little one would suffer dearly without it.

Still with one ear upon the stallion, tiger bent low and nuzzled hawkeye's back, whispering softly to the terror-stricken colt "hush little one, Things will be fine, but it is not safe for you to be right here at the moment. You may have noticed that the stallion here is not happy, I do not want him lashing out at you, " the last few words were inaudible to all but Tiger and Hawkeye, and once finished, Tiger gave him a gently nudge before turning his full attention to the studly stallion before him. What would he have made of that?

[manda]

(I thought that Chorrito could come in now )

Chorrito came into the territory where he smelt the stallion's scent and the scent of his brother. "Momma.. and the cougars.. and the blood.. and death." Chorrito dried to hold back the tears, but he couldn't. Chorrito limped over to his brother and nuzzled him. It must be very hard for Hawkeye because he lost his real mother and his adoptive mother. Chorrito saw the two stallions and stopped crying. His rear legs were badly bleeding and mangled from the female cougar, but mother was much worse off, or was she better off? I guess it depends on how you look at it. Chorrito cleared all of the tears from his small face and looked up at the two big stallions. He forced himself to stand tall and straight through the pain.

[flick4eva]

Hawkeye felt slightly better after Tiger had nuzzled him. But it didn't stop the pain. He carefully listened to Tiger-the stallion was the only thing he had left now. He turned to hear his brother crash through the clearings. The black colt rushed over to his brother, caressing him tightly. He raised his muzzle to an ear and whispered. "Come...." He made his way through the foliage, hoping his brother would follow. He saw the blood and mangled legs. He shook his head. How the he11 is he going to survive that? Not unless they, the cougars, come back for him...

[lilmisspony]

Tiger watched aout of the corner of his eye as The young colt turned and left the area, seemingly for good, but he knew that from the distance he had asked them to travel, it would be a long time before he surfaced. There were two shadows present, Chorrito must have followed. Tiger had had little experience with cougars, coming form a land devoid of them, but he had learnt that few would attack a fully grown horse. Flujo must have walked straight into the cave, and almost asked for them to eat her. Why would a mare bearing two foals, that she was forever showering in love, do such a thing. Tiger could not understand it. The mare had asked for protection, then seemingly thrown her life away, expecting Tiger to take care of two orphaned foals. There was one large problem with that: as a stallion, tiger had no milk, and Ms. blood was dry, as was Katana. Perhaps the two would soon become accostomed to the grass, although the coarser alpine grasses were hardly a sutiable diet for young foals.

Tiger kept his eye on the stallion... surely any moment now he was going to lash out, but what had held the such studly stallion back? Had he gone weak at the sight of two stressed foals? OR was the boy merely building up his rage. Either way, Tiger did not like the possible outcomes of either, for seeing the stallion go sappy... Tiger diverted his line of thought. Hopefully the foals would not have to see any fighting, they were far too young for that.

[spirit1]

Rosemont stood and watched the little colts rush in, how Tiger dismissed them after clearly being distressed he did not like, AT ALL. As his anger built up so too did his adrenaline rush. So with so much built up he reared but so much energy and with a quick burst he bolted around the stallion. Avoiding his sight catching him, thats where his training came in. Then he lashed out, not at the colts, not at Waterfall, but at the stuck up stallion named Tiger. Never did he stop to take a bite, his fighting training taught him not to or their may be bodily harm caused to him.

Rosemont rush a quarter of a mile away and stopped. Kneeled his head downward. Scratched his hooves on the floor below like an enranged African Rhino. His eyes grew larger than before. As he reared his back legs were completely dusty and made his coat seem lighter. His forelegs ripped at the air with his teeth snapping too.. "Bring it on!" he taunted. He ran like a snake and dodgeing other equines. He may be big but he is nimble.

Rosemont stopped infront of his opponent and spoke softly down to him, "Leave before more harm is caused. Find yourself a spot in these lands, but do not attempt to fight with me." Slowly he turned around from the small stallion and began to trot off. He hoped that would be that, but it was up to the other stallion !!

[lilmisspony]

Tiger just stood as the dun stallion cantered about and reared with his condescending views bearing down upon the Darkened bay of the stars. He should have moved, but he stood, and accepted the rearing, roaring display without thought. He should have moved, he should have fought back, as all stallions were trained. But he did not.

It was not that Tiger was immobile; it was not that Tiger cared, for he did. This stallion was, in short, insane, and to entrust him in his rule of this land would in itself, insanity. No, Tiger did not move, for at the moment, a slight breeze played across him, gently rippling his mane, and sending gentle ripples across his mind “Hold off this madness, I plea of you. There is no need for war over such mindless madness ” It had whispered so softly unto his ears. Tiger would never be truly sure as to whether the wind truly was, of as to whether his mind had recalled a distant and horrifying memory during an uncannily appropriate time. Tiger chose to believe in the former, for it was the ultimate hope for him, although it meant that what he had to do would destroy the very heart of the hope that he had been given. ”I am so sorry, Dearest brother Centurio, I have to” he whispered so softly in return that only the very wind would have heard his reply.

During this, he watched the stallion trotting away, and barely registered it, calculating quickly in his mind. The dun did indeed have mind set upon war, the stallion had declared that in a most striking manner. But what was this?, Tiger thought, as he noticed the dun hide retreating. He has the hide to leave a challenge unfinished. Fool or coward? Tiger was unsure as which to tip, but indeed the stallion was now declared mad. A mad stallion would be presiding over him and his herd, after all that had happened? Would misery forever plague him?

[ooc]yes XD[/ooc]

As much as he despised himself for it, Tiger made the only feasible choice. In the same emotionless voice, he called to the stallion, ”Return, and Fight like the stallion you claim you are, or forever be deemed coward by the sane horses of the land”. It was not perhaps entire truth, but word would indeed spread, that this stallion could not even be bothered to finish the war he started, much less a war with a seemingly insignificant stallion like Tiger. Small, dark and reserved, few knew whether the bay could fight at all.

It was perhaps beneficial for Tiger that the stallion could not see him, for upon calling his cold and emotionless call, a rare flash danced across Tiger’s eyes. One would almost have declared that at that instant, the old Prince of the stars shone from within Tiger. Others would say that that was nonsense, just romantic, fanatical myth, concocted by those with an imagination as wild as the African Jungle. What was for sure was that in that split instant, Tiger’s eyes gave way, revealing a pent up confusion of emotion; fear, excitement, worry, pealing joy and regret. It was quite evident, for a miniscule time, that the stallion was an emotional mess, unsure of how he stood, his mind within itself strewn across the stars. However strewn his mind was though, his body and soul were fused as one, prepared for whatever this stallion was going to throw at him. A slight shift lower indicated this, for Tiger was now ready to duel, as lithe and cunning as the brinded cat.

[spirit1]

ooc: wait is this a fight now ?!

[lilmisspony]

your call... but tiger wants rosemont to uphold his honour. In his eyes, it is rather pathetic to say "bring it on", then run away.

so, yeah, if rosemont chooses to comeback, tiger will fight.

[spirit1]

Rosemont had a menacing look within his optics. The firey glow that he so often obtained when in a prestigous race. Oh the memories, like when he beat Seabiscuit. As Rosemont done quick bursts in every direction he was not set on a target at all, his heart wasnt in the fight. Afterall he could just run him out. "A coward is clever, bravery is foolish... I know which one I am. Perhaps you should sort yourself out." he said rather calmly. At his call he moved around Tiger, sneekly, bit his hide and snorted loudly with his threatening whines and neighs "GET OUT OF MY LAND !!" he would be glade to see the back of him.
His dun hide ran Tigers right to the edge. Took a few steps back. Reared. "LEAVE !!" he screamed angrily. Rosemont was the clever coward, heck thats how he won most races and fights. His hooves lashed out brushing air behind tiny Tiger, prey animals had instinct to runaway... even the stallions... he learned that from watching BattleCry being broken to ride with those long pointy bendy things that humans call 'whips'.

[lilmisspony]

Tiger watched unmoved, undaunted as the stallion turned. Although the stallion struck a deep chord from within at the mention of sorting himself out. Tiger knew from the depths below that he was no coward, and no fool, but as for the rest of him, he knew not. He was exiled, lonely and slightly lost, with a mental equilibrium as faint as the shadows of the night. Surely this stallion could not possibly know that Tiger was all but insane. Perhaps it was too late for Tiger, perhaps he already was insane. After the lifetime he had seen, it would have been a wonder if he had stayed sane as long as he had thought. He was swept away for a brief moment, lamenting in the past, lost life, lost love and lost hope all came tumbling into his mind once more. Why him? What had he done to have to suffer so? And what about his dearest brother, Centurio? Tiger had to stop himself from calling loud and long to the wind, in the hope that his soul would forgive him for such an undertaking as this.

Tiger was lost deep in thought, too deeply to notice the dun’s movement, soo deeply that he only just registered the stinging at his flanks. A mere bite, nothing to fear, he told himself, he had far more pressing issues than that. Had he been home, Tiger would have been scorned severely for that, and it would, of course cost him. The silent soldier that had been created in the back of his mind told him that it would, but it was but a silent whine, and Tiger’s consciousness needed it to accept it, and quickly. For at that moment, a loud noise came from behind, a stallion’s cry. It shook tiger, he was not sure whether he had visibly jumped or not, and the hidden soldier instantly came from the depths, where it had been hidden for many a moon.

his land?!. For how long had the stallion had claim upon it, after all he had been king of The last land that Tiger had been at. Rage never possessed Tiger, it was simply one of those things that had been culled out of his nature since the dawn of his herd, but sheer indignance did. The thought of another stallion mocking him purely because he was smaller, with no consideration of Tiger’s power was rarely enough for him to make the stallion consider otherwise. But the sheer arrogance that this one held. Indignant indeed, Tiger thought as he stood, with the stallion behind him, Screaming a tumult to awaken the dead. He could do nothing but stand and fight him, but what for? Would he stoop so low as to drive him from the land? No, Tiger could never do that.

In a motion long forgotten to the stallion of the stars, in one fluid motion Tiger rose high, and shifted his weight so that he was towering with the stallion. Not above, that was impossible, considering the size of the dun, but enough to make himself known. However it was, This height only lasted for a mere second, perhaps less, and his hooves found themselves striking out, searching for a blow to the stallion’s head. Nothing intended to harm, but perhaps he would now take him more seriously.

Remain calm, the little soldier told him, for blood lust and anger are the enemies of their own providers. Arrogance too, thought Tiger’s conscious side, and the corners of his mouth upturned in the slightest fashion. Nevertheless, in his continued calm manner, he spoke to the stallion, ”I do not believe that you can claim this entire land as your own, it is far to large.” he paused a moment to suck in a little air, and a couple of heavy breaths. Out of wind he was not, but if the dun were to believe so, perhaps he could use it to his advantage. ”Now, Stallion, Shall you take me seriously, as I deserve? Or must I knock the sense into you properly?

[spirit1]

dieinyoursleep
or I'll do it for you

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Rosemont still stood in his reared form. He could hold it for ages. As Tiger rose to his size... in his land... Rosemont kept calm and tactful. He noticed what the stallion was doing, he had seen it done by other stallions other foes he had been against. Rosemont shifted his size to overpower Tiger. Knowing his hooves would not reach his head but would hit his chest, he felt digs... luckily he was covered in thick mud so with every lash onto his chest only mud fell to the ground not blood. He pushed Tiger back and down using his hooves lashing out at his oponents face. Every muscle tighten as the harsh wind of the south shifted and whipped the harden flesh of the bastard. The hell was covered in the thick ember and ebony of dirts and charcoal's of burning bones that once tried to fight their was to the top, but never made it. And never will. The sky hide their beautiful colors of the circus and instead melted the grayish and burning embers of hell itself. Nothing seemed right. Nothing looked right, to him anyway. Everything had poured upon Rosemont as a delight filled joy that tickled every bone in the skeleton structure he held. Everything bounced as the smells of the gasses entered his nacres. The dense atmosphere created a blanket of trust that this could have been his hell home, many years yonder. But instead of feeling the warmth of death and the smell of rotting flesh he stood their, with no muscle or flesh twitching. No emotion sprung upon the lifeless face he held at that position, but a lone stare at the entrees of the gateway to hell. Everything seemed to slow down. and everything seemed to stop. All that was left was his heart, slowly pounding away at his chest. Sanding out the lives he took and trying to regain something lost. His head...

Washed away by memories he never sought. It still conceives him that the thought of pointless gore entered the thick skull that lay upon his neck. Pointless is not the answer. The answer was the point. The point here today that the bastard standing in front, center stage was battling for a hell. A place to expand his lines. He was different from the day born. Nothing weird. Nothing special. But he would not lose. And if he did it was short and sweet. Something his sire had given to him. Something vile enough to make most hate. And others love.

"Maybe you should relise, I was the first to claim. This land I reside in is created by mother nature but ruled over by me, the land your hooves tred upon. I have my herd to patrol it." His vocals where scratchy, the mind that flew upon his skull rant and raged about the words he proclaimed to the bastard named set. Nothing of fury but the anger that the though of a one, to try to test his knowable would actually show up. He waste his words nothing on what he wants. But only on something he desires. And what his thoughts and emotions desired right their was a home.

Sure, Tiger, he was muscular, stocky built with a long thick name and a high steeped prance. But nothing of pleasure was right. Rosemont was tall, muscular but slim. He was built larger. Though size does not count the strengh and stealth of the beast that masacures it's muscle correctly wins. The one that plays every trick out and plays the cards right. Plays them, like a deck for your life. Knowing when to stop. And when not too.

So I leave you with this, try me, kill me if you wish, I only tell the stories of the two beast that battle in fury and rage today. Like they say never shoot the messager.

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[lilmisspony]

[ooc] wonderful post spirit, I can see yourself proud of that. Just a couple of friendly pointers though (although I may be slightly hypocritical in giving them)

~ try sticking to the one tense, preferably past. It gives a little more flow to the story. Although present tense and future tense would be OK when a character is speaking, of course

~Use the spell check. Please. Like my former English teacher once said, typos are like bird poop on a car's windshield: they take away a beautiful view, and give you a rather nasty one.

now, onto my probably hypocritical post *cough cough* [/ooc]

Tiger

Upon his landing Tiger felt hooves upon his neck, it was true that the tall stallion was always going to have an advantage when it came to height. Tiger grunted with the blow, it was going to be sore in the morning. Apparently, the dun was not ready to take Tiger seriously.

The winds had warned him against this venture, as had his cautious nature, but there was no time to stop now. He had pushed himself into this, he should have backed out, his cautious side called. But the little soldier had been awakened once more, and now Tiger was almost wholly willing to admit that his mind had been lost, and would never come back. He was, in short, insane. A mentally irreparable mess caused by time, life and so many events that no horse should have had to see, much less participate in. His heart pined for all the love now lost to him, and his absent mind would have shied at all the tales he had bared witness too.
Only one could repair all the damage, and she had long been dead. Dead due to Tiger.

He laughed loudly, and clearly, nothing mattered anymore, one could have called tiger a write-off, an embarrassment to his herd. Some would have too. But he not only laughed at himself, but at the dun. Simply because if he was yet to learn that Tiger was one to be taken seriously, he may as well toy with that Idea. The soldier from inside whined to him, every advantage, every tool, every toy, was not to be taken lightly. And of course, because of Tiger's learnings; that statement was nothing but silly. Arrogance, once more.

Allowing himself a moment to catch his breath, he looked at the Stallion with a grin of insanity. He may have truly been insane, he may have only been playing it up a little. But a grin of one that no longer cares, a grin of a long lost laughter rediscovered spread across his lips as he spoke to the stallion. "Rule land! Rule Land!" he paused for another burst of laughing" None can ever rule a land, it is but her own to rule! And maybe you Should realise, Stallion," more laughter issued from his lips, " that, not only can you not rule a land, merely love it and learn from it, but I was never here to take your land from you, Merely to greet you. But I suppose, if you must see it that way, then yes, yes, I want your land more than I want my old life, more than I want my heart once more, and more than I want a fresh start." Tiger laughed once more, surely by now he was so insane that he was going to die. He would have never said that normally, he was content with all his land, but to mock the stallion... ooh, to mock the stallion was such fun. Once upon a time he would have been serious, once upon a time he would have been courteous and kind, but this was far too much. This maniac Tiger was his last place, and he knew that his only hope of restoration had been killed almost three summers ago.

He needed a little room, the stallion was so close that it made Tiger worry for reasons that few stallions would worry. He stepped back, once and then twice, all the while grinning. "so, what do you say to that?"

[spirit1]

DontTestMe
All Things must die !

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The young stallion made his way toward the bastard, sharp flints beating the dusty, bloody ground, kicking up dirt and crushing old bones. His blue eyes drank in every nook and cranny of his surroundings. His ears flicked idly, listening for hooves, or whinnies. He was here to beat the other stallion, and defend his land and mares from the tyranny of Tiger. He knew it was vital for him to win this battle. Rosemont was a born fighter, he was an intellect. He was four years old. The notion made him feel nauseous, but at the same time, exhilarated. He was looking forward to adding another experience to his life, and proving that he was not a weakling.

He caught sight Tigers display of insanity. But Rosemont was not worried, his blood was Thoroughbred and Mustang, he had speed, size, and strength. He had faith that he would succeed in his mission, and so was not afraid to get thingyy with this wannabe. I offer a cold smirk as I stride up to him, a glare him right in the eye. I heard what he said, and was surprised not to hear many insults from him. Well, clearly this was a stag who fought with his hooves, rather than his words, and I gave him a nod.

"Well, I’m here, ready to take you down. But before I begin, I would like to offer you the chance of surrender. If you do, I’ll grant you a plea of insanity and give you a chance to go somewhere else." I offered because I knew he wouldn’t accept, he wanted my position, not some other land or insanity plea. Unfortunately, I was not about to give it up, and reared, pawing the air with a whinny. The fight was on, but I did not strike. I would wait. Coldly I swished my tail, awaiting his move.

Rosemont began to move off toward him in canter. Head knelt downward. Teeth bared. He was ready to go for his jugular. As he slammed into his opponent knowing it would bruise he ripped into his neck. Blood was tasted. Then he ran away from him and reared for further affect. "Your move." was said plainly out of his maw with a harsh hidden tone.

[lilmisspony]

[ooc]Spirit, can you please justify why you are calling Tiger a bastard? I know that technically he is (by the old illegitimate terms) but no one knew that. [/ooc]

Tiger did not have time to get out of the way of the stampeding Rosemont, he was too busy laughing. Too busy relishing in the fact that whatever happened, it no longer mattered. He heard a murmur of "surrender" from the dun, Tiger knew that he was asking Tiger to step down, to run like a coward, as rosemont had tried to do. He listened for a moment, seeing how he could mock, how he could tease. He would have been in great trouble for this once upon a time, when things mattered, when he still had love. But now there was no need, and the insane voices inside his head told him that he should laugh, as it was so uncharacteristic of him. When one was willing to declare themselves insane, the least they could do was to highlight and underline that fact. a plea? that would have made it sound like rosemont was an authority to be dealt with. The boy was merely out of colt hood, and here he was, demanding authority from a horse twice his age, and despite what it seemed, at least twice the wisdom. The idea was laughable, and by now Tiger was almost reduced to petty giggling.
It was going to cost him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flash of dun colouring moving quickly. In his delirious state, Tiger did not have the time to pull out quickly, although he did attempt to. The result was an incredible pain in the side of his neck. Although he could not see, he had sustained a large gaping wound from the stallion, running down the side of his neck. Only three simple thoughts crossed his mind, compared to the usual complex riddle of thoughts he would have dealt with in a sane state. Ow, not fair and pull your head in was it. Pull your head in came from the little soldier, warning him to be careful. As Tiger became accustomed to the pain, a fourth and final thought crossed his head. It seemed that such a gash had indeed made him pull his head in a little, and some of his battle intelligence and old ways were filtering through the insanity. Now that Rosemont had shed first blood, Tiger could attack in defence, without guilt. He might even take the land off him. Tiger had not been serious when he had said he wanted this patch pf dirt more than his lost love. How many would be? But it seemed that the stallion had missed the mockery of his tones. Mockery had made him serious.

And so the mockery continued, Tiger stood, his hooves spread, gasping for breath as blood dripped down his neck, leaving a small pool of crimson below him. That did not stop him, however, from looking up, smiling and speaking once more. "Insane? Stallion you need to plea insanity to me. What was that? I shall let you surrender, oh, no wait. let me kill you first! upon the utterance of the last three words he rose slightly, and slammed his hooves into the ground, grinning maniacally all the while at the feeling of exhilirtaion that he had encountered. Defiance of death, and laughing in its face rarely did less. Of course he was taunting the stallion, who so badly wanted to do damage to the Little bay. The attempt to kill him just then had proven him that.

hold on, and prepare, calm yourself now called a voice form deep inside him. The soldier. Tiger finally acknowledged that he would now need to pay attention to that voice, it had only taken a gaping wound across his neck to prove that. Within an instant, he allowed the soldier to take over, for if the dun had split first blood, there was nothing left but to reclaim his honour.

Despite the throbbing pain felt in the side of his neck, Tiger gathered himself, for now was the time to honour his name; that of the brinded cat, the one that was the most feared of all the jungle. He would still mock, how could he not, it was too much fun to tease the very face of arrogance. But such fun would now have to take a back seat to honour and proof. None here had seen the small dark bay prove his name on the battle feild, he had not allowed it. But now? Now he gathered himself into a ball of muscle and energy and took three bounding strides towards the stallion, calculating in the little time he had given himself. He allowed a fourth stride, slightly to the right and swung himself inward and upward once more, this time he could bring his hooves down carefully upon the withers of the stallion. Although Tiger was shorter than the stallion, at a full rearing stretch he had ample room to clear this manouvere, and did so. The soldier had returned, after a full three summers of extinction.

[spirit1]

Justdie
no one loves you anymore !

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A cold smirk laid upon the czar as his dark pools scanned the heavily sheeted hell. It tossed in bundles of dust. The wind was quick and chilly as it pressed up against his flesh but everything seemed right. The cold shadows creeping up on them as they faced each other with dignity and pride of their own soul. Something felt right when you could see the others breath because of the ice chilled air. But their was a time and a place to enjoy it, and this was not.

As the old one approached he looked insane. Nothing to say over the top but something twinkled in his pools a hint of doubt, but alto of overly confidence. This would be Rosemont's 10th battle. When he was a foal he would try to battle any other colt in his path, even when an adult when upon his way, which was usually his own competition. He had no sense, but only the light that twinkled in his eye was noble, he had pride, he was always cold. But these brutes words sparked that, the nobility that he showed. Or lack of. A glance then the shivering of flesh as his fangs appear threw the sparkle devilish grin that reaped threw his face.

Overly confident I must say. And I must say... your insane !! his lips pressed with a his and his muscles starting churning slowly at fist but the pistons in his muscles churned with the fullest speed of his walk as he started to circle around Tiger like a starving lion looking for his prey, and he found it. That will be the last time you get a move in Tiger his voice grew sharper as he pressed his lips against his chest then throwing his skull upon the midday sky. Rosemont doing something horrid? It was very rare but it happened and this is the only case of it actually that he showed it. But it was something to drive his mind set goal to reality.

His pistons upon his muscles now churned faster into the two beat trot. His hunger for blood deepened upon his veins as they ran colder and colder. his eyes turned from cold to freezing, laying layers and layers of sheeted eyes upon them as they soon grew blank, his childhood where the senseless fighting took place. The lion was hungry and he was about to get his fair share of meat. Rosemont's dagger pounded the heavy dust shield letting it spray upon his mane and flesh as it shivered, then laid upon his thin streamlined dun coat. He searched him, watching for something to attack. Then he did. With a heavy heart beat and letting his muscles fleck and piston drive wild the brute barreled toward Tiger.

Rosemont's optics flying wild he locked his muscles right next to him turned on his fore daggers and letting them release from the springs with full force on his girth. Every bit of anger released from his heart and soul to his dagger and into the beast standing next to him. A howl of enjoyment starched out as the beast fell back and looked at him. But he didn't stop there he followed with bucks kicks and rears into Tiger, when he came down from his rear he bit once more into Tigers neck with a bigger deeper wound now created. Then as he trotted backward to his ready position wild pools of ice blue and dark ice black glared at him with every satisfaction he had after Tigers snide remark and light cut on Rosemont's withers. Enjoyment is what he was getting at. Love and passion is what he was realizing.

[ooc: more experienced RPers helped me write it and replaced some of the words ii wrote in the original reply ii was going to send wonder who would win this fight, have to say Rosemonts got more advantage over Tiger and my posts are rather good, don't want to blow my own horn... its just the truth LOL]

[Swede]

ooc: Don't get too c.ocky, spirit, only BM can judge fights And careful of powerplaying, you're getting close.

[lilmisspony]

follow him, chase him down, he has hurt you! called the little soldier form within Tiger's head. The last voice, it was, the last voice telling him how to behave, how to fight, what to do. Reason had all but lost him, although traces remained. Traces similar to the traces of the Missing link human; he knew it was there, and occasionally it surfaced, but he never knew for sure. In his insane state he liked to think of it as his long dead dearest Brother calling from the grave, trying to protect him. And now that he was considering that, the voice was almost strong enough to rival the soldier. But only for a time, end this madness, leave the fool be; surely with time you can push him off of a tor... or a cliff, it called gently to him. Between the two voices, his lost mental state and the agonising pain in his neck, Tiger could not decide upon what to do. He had plenty of options, and usually whilst he had options, he made many good decisions. But as what a deranged, wounded stallion, once King of so much, now reduced to a miserable lump of flesh could decide upon?

He looked about the land, hoping for guidance. Yes, he was home again, the mountains stretched for almost as far as he could see. The smell was different, crisper, and slightly less of a bite upon the nose, but he could cope with it. He watched the hide of the dun retreating, for yet another attack, with a slight pang of pain. Mainly due to the movement of his neck, for the gash was large. Had Tiger been in his usual frame of mind, he would have been worried for the yellow fever attacking his wound. But all he could think of now was ow, Ow and unfair, isn't it? But he also felt pain from the soldier crying out. Tiger had unleashed a most devastating manoeuvre upon the stallion, half a tonne of flesh and bone crunching down an a sensitive area holding little flesh at all, and the Dun had brushed it off as if it had been a mere fly. A mere fly, no more.

Back down came the remnants of his little friend, the Big brother that had long died, and backing down seemed good. But as he watched, he saw the stallion Turning once more, ready for yet another attack, and Tiger realised that he did not have the time to back down. He could run, but he would be chased, and the only way he could possibly out run the taller stallion would have been to risk a maddening and highly dangerous descent. That would have to be a last resort, for sure. He looked down, trying to ignore the pain in his neck, and saw that it would indeed be foolish, even is his deranged state. Sharp rocks scattered the area, and he could see the edges of more than several tors dotting the slope, and once you went down the wrong point of a tor that was the end.

The stallion was getting closer now, and Tiger had not even had a chance to mock him once more. That was nearly as devastating as the wound in his neck. do not worry about that defend yourself! hollered the little soldier, so Tiger did the best he could, Dodging the initial attack. However he was not quite ready for the full onslaught of all the bucking and biting, he received one rather nasty blow to the ribs, and again to that wound. It was agonising, maddening. Had he been human, it would have been the most heinous of war crimes. Ripping into an already damaged spot like that was sheer torture, not even the legendary King of the Sun would have been so cruel.

Tiger’s eyes lost focus with the pain, and he saw two brown horse shaped blurs moving off once more…. Move off, come forward, attack, move off, and come forward. A cycle. The soldier recognised the cycle, and thought deeply, allowing the pain to wash over Tiger. Would it be possible to break it? What if?

He recognised the edge of a tor nearby, and the soldier cheered with delight. Now the only question was…. A plan formed in the deranged brain of the dark bay stallion. It would have to do, and it would rely heavily upon the fleetness of foot that he could sustain whilst under attack. Tiger tested his motor skills, fighting a phantom stallion for a few seconds, ducking weaving and prancing like the maddened stallion he had become. Perhaps not a fleet as the brinded cat, and certainly not as fleet as he would have liked, but the dun was, after all, the sort that was only ever fast in straight lines.

Tiger trotted as lightly as he could to an area between the stallion and the tor. Not right on the edge, that would have been suicide, but a safe distance. And now mockery came into play.

HE raised himself as tall as he could without rearing and said laughingly ”I roar like the lion and sting like the bee, Confidence I have plenty. Ego? That belongs to you solely, at least mine is deserved. “ now he truly did rear, doing his best to hide the pain, doing his best to laugh at the stallion and hide the pain that he had caused. He may have shed first blood, Tiger may have had the right to tear needlessly into the flesh of the stallion, but if his favourite manoeuvre was but a fly, what was the point? Even the insane one could see that.

He dropped lightly, as not to jar his ribs and cause even more pain, and he braced himself for the Dun’s call. Tiger shifted slightly lower, and found that with the little soldier there to tell him where to go, it was easy for him to prepare

[spirit1]

Trytokeep[]
He's in the business of misery !

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Blue optics. Dun golden coat. Both shuddering as a cold breeze blows over one great young stallions body. Rosemonts eyes dashed around his surroundings taking everything in, marking every move that Tiger might make and possible plan. One being flying off of the cliff... would he even risk that ?! As thoughts rushed through his mind he could just about make out yet another one of Tigers brilliantly snide remarks. No affect on him as he didn't know what exactly was said by the foe yet he replied anyway as his usual. "What might you have made up, such another pathetic snide remark to the best of thys ability ?!" he taunted almost subconciously. A troublesome grin opens to reveal bared teeth ready for yet another go at the bastards neck with his blood stained upon his own jaw and cutters. A shooting pain traveled across his withers from the blow he took but of course he shook it off with a shiver and shake, no pain could be as great as a hole in the neck.

Rosemont cautiously circled Tiger staring him dead within his eyes. Shuvving layer upon layer to make him seem heartless, cold and inpenetrable. It was obvious to him that Tiger wanted to die, it was clear to him Tiger was experianced at fighting, it was clear to him that Tiger was smaller and did not understand Rosemont's breeding... giving him the upper hand. Most would think that he was not nimble, most would think he was only good at fighting or running in straight lines but of course they had underestimated him very highly. "I shall give you one final chance to stand down ! And this is it..." he stopped circling Tiger and stood meters in front of him, such a safe distance. Although I was banking on that he wouldn't stand down and let his pride take a beating, Tiger was not one of the fakers which is maybe why the fight is so good, whatever the reason. Rosemont really wanted to show that he was no weakling and can take the world on alone !

"What might be your answer ??" he asked with a husky deep tone. Standing tall with pride, honor, nobility and hooves sharp enough to do serious damage with just one powerful blow to any part of an equines body. "Otherwise I would be glade to put you out of your misery !" he taunted further. Taking a step back he noticed the tors that surrounded him, now he knew what the bastard was doing and he knew now a way to counter afflict the plan. After his try and fail I would be more than too glade to push him onto one and keep him stuck to it as a trophy. Normally thoughts like that in a battle like this were completely uncharricteristic of him, but he really wanted to win ![/color][/center]

{{OOC: no muse atm,, so post shorter than my ^usual^ If I think of anything more I will add it on but until then I geuss yoo can work with whats given, right ?! }}

[lilmisspony]

[ooc] Spirit, you have taught me something valuable: long posts do not always make good posts. A short well written post is by far better than a long one with grammar and spelling that would bring a sane person to tears.

Anyway, I do believe that after you make this next post we have to have the fight judged. Although this is such fun.

Two last things:

The tor is going down and I originally asked you about the use of bastard as a polite way to ask you to stop calling Tiger a bastard. It is an highly offensive term around here [/ooc]


Tiger laughed loudly, and almost slightly bitterly. This horse standing before him had left him in grave pain, both physically and mentally. He had tormented Tiger in his dull, brash and studdish ways. Yet here he stood, asking Tiger to give up, telling Tiger once more that if he stopped he would be allowed to leave intact. He would be safe, and fine, whilst this stallion could continue his insane reign over this land. Even a Stallion with no love, no life and two conflicting voices inside his head could see through the guise as clearly as one could see through the air.

He looked through the air now, and past the stallion before him, Suddenly realising that he was on the wrong side for what he was about to do. There was rock before him, towering rock and the beautiful soft flat spot that fate had chosen for them to battle in. The two stallions had been lucky, really, it was not often that one could find such a flat spot on the mountains. And behind him was such steepness and beauty, the lands of home could almost be seen in the distance from here, a large plateau shimmering in the distance. Tiger did not recognise those lands as his own, nor had he seen them. Had he done so, perhaps he would have given up in the memories.
HE looked at the brash stallion once more, and winced with the pain in his neck. If Tiger were to go down, said the little soldier, he had better go down honourably. There was no better about it actually, and with a little luck, there would be no down. No, the soldier reprimanded once more, it is skill, not luck. Yes, Skill, and teasing.
Tiger reared and waved his hooves at the stallion, a trick he had only used once in the past. It had cost him dearly, too. ”oh, we are the intelligent one, are we not? What do you think my answer is going to be? Shall I back down, and let my hide take a beating?” He let his hooves come crashing to the ground, with dust flying at his hooves. Tiger winced, failing to ignore the pain that it had given him. No horse, sane or not, could hold of pain such as that. HE continued on, the madness driving him, ”and kind king here thinks he is the height of wit, too! A small snide remark you say?” Tiger laughed a laugh of those that belonged in the asylum of the mad before continuing”Young one, grow a brain, grow a herd and grow some sense. No, wait! Let me knock it into you first!”
At the start of the last sentence he sprung upon the stallion, even though the soldier warned him that the plan would fail, and the long dead Centurio warned him that it was fool hardy to do such a thing. Nevertheless, almost as lithe and powerful as the brinded cat, Tiger pounced. He only needed two bounding strides before he was upon the stallion, and once there completed on third high and mighty stride, and came crashing down. Tiger did not know what he hit, and nor did he care, for he then proceeded to follow through with a buck and a powerful kick that should have downed whatever it hit.
Three more bounding strides past the stallion, and the plan was in ruins, Tiger wedged between the stallion and the steep slope. True, he could run past once more, but with his wound, he was now a little short of breath, and was not game to face the teeth that would inevitably strike out at the wound once more. Why start a fresh when one could maliciously tear into the old? If courtesy did not exist in the Dun, then Tiger began to wonder what did.

[spirit1]

ToroTigerTimeTo[[D i e]]
Time to end the bloody battle ! God it just feels so good !

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Optics grew larger as the small stallion reared up to full height revealing a soft part to attack. Rosemont held the perfect angle of attack but he did not attack. Through listening to the foes words a tear did not drop but anger boiled up to full capacity. Turning fast on his haunches and manging to get his sharp hind hooves under even through all the attacks had hit sheer muscle and fat, pain seeped through still, not on his hind which he was ready to spring upon. With one anger stored perfectly he let a huge kick push the stallion back and off. Baring his teeth while Tiger was surely dazed Rosemont took a bite into his weeping wound, fresh blood stains his maw.

The golden dun moved back and went into a full gallop, could be easily moved into a canter or trot to move like a sneaky snake. Pushing his head into his chest. Blue optics staring into the opponents eyes. A frightening neigh escaped his open maw. Front hooves slipped among the dust sheeted ground as his flank pushed all might brute force into Tiger that stood wobbly behind on the receiving end of the attack. One thing was for sure all the adrenaline pumping throughout his body was keeping the pain away. Then the time almost stood still ... it slowed not to a halt but into slow motion.

Rosemont reared up and lashed out at the blue clouded sky. The sun was beginning to set as too was the battle nearing its end. All of a sudden he no longer saw Tiger but heard rocks, what had happened while he was not watching ?? A blasting neigh escaped once more from his maw. Perhaps a neigh of victory, but one thing was sure, Tiger was seriously injured more so than Rosemont. . . then perhaps it was. As he came back down to the ground he limped a little but otherwise his head was held high. Sweat dripping down his muscles and bruising starting to appear from Tigers unending attacks or so it seemed.

"I have a brain, a broken herd and plenty of sense. Clearly it was not seen by you, like my skills seen by all here, at least now I can say I fought Celestial Tiger and whooped his hind." he said just standing over the ridge looking down at the tors with his head tucked in. Once again he reared and let out a neigh coming back to the ground with a snort. Now he could get back to Swinging on a Star.[/color]

[[OOC: judging required, no more posts. Its finally ended. Like how it slowed down then went into action mode LMAO. It was fun Pony !! we should do it again sometime XD]][/center]

[Black Magic]

ooc: Ok several things to point out on:

• Please refrain from using abusive language - Bastard is included and it is against one of the rules.
  
• Ruling is based not only on the horses stats but post quality.
  
• Lastly my overall decision is final; but you may request for other staff members to make their suggestions.
  

Name: Rosemont
Age: 5 years
Breed: TB X Mustang
Height: 17hh

Name: Celestial tiger
Age: roughly 7
breed: a mixture of brumby and unknown domestic horse
Height: 15.3 hands

Rosemont is taller; but its also a lighter breed - more speed.
Tiger is a brumby cross - A wild horse breed - more nimble especially in this terrain.
Rosemont is younger - meaning Tiger is more developed; closer to his prime. May also have more experience.

Based not only on the above; but on the posts quality and content.

I declare Celestial Tiger The Winner.

[lilmisspony]

[ooc] Whoooo! *hugs BM* Just one last in character post. So does this mean that Tiger gets lead of the land? *blushes* I haven't fought in character before. And, yes spirit, somehow I have a feeling that these two will not allow us to not fight again XD.[/ooc]

Tiger lay on the ground, his gash weeping blood across the ground. How had he arrived here? Tiger thought, and cound not recall a thing. He had been fighting, had attacked that dun, run off and waited. From there his memory was as blank as the antartic plains of snow, although the remnants of the grating voice of the dun drifted about his head like a soft swirling mist. . He looked about carefully, and grunted. From what he saw, it seemed that somehow he had ended up upon the end of his plan, rather than the dun. And it seemed that that was not a bad thing, for after all his guess work, judging and plotting (well the plotting that an insane horse could follow) the tor had only been up to his shoulder. Only a little over a metre.

Tiger raised his head, and grunted once more. His neck was going to take some time to heal, cures the dun. opening a wound like that. the dun! In a surprisingly swift movement for such a battered horse, Tiger was up and back onto the platform, looking for the other stallion. He was delusional, of course, but he could not see the stallion that had been here. had he been but an imagined illusion. Tiger shifted his neck, definitely not. So the stallion had been here, and the stallion had run off once more.

There was no point in calling him back, tiger knew that, the dun had left, the Dun had told the world that he could not be bothered to finish a little mutt like tiger. Coward. The word reverbrated inside tigers skull, the little soldier had set it off, doubtless. Tiger hollered, as loudly as his injured self would let him "COWARD!" to releive the word. If the dun heard it would be his loss, although if what Tiger had heard was accurate, he would think otherwise "Hardly whooped my hind, just left a gaping wound in my neck. Despicable. And the boy thinks he has sense, he even claims to have darkness in his life." Tiger burst into laughter once more, insane manical laughter, that would have scared off even the cougars.

But the effort was too much, and he whimpered with the pain of his neck. PErhaps the insanity had caused his pain, perhaps if he had kept a level head, none of this would have happened, like his brother had wanted. But what was done, was done, and Tiger had won the day. With a convoulted expression upon his face, a mixture of happiness and pain, he lay down upon the platform, exhausted.

It was not long before the darkness overcame him, and he was so exhausted that he failed to wake upon the arrival of the snow.

[flick4eva]

Small snowflakes fell lightly upon his painted coat, the small colt leaping up to snap at the occasional piece of snow upon his baby muzzle. The colt wandered along, blood staining patches of his coat which had grown nicely for the arrival of winter. Little hoof-prints trailed behind Hawkeye in the snow, the sounds of war still ringing in his auds. Covered in snow, was a log. The foal, lost in thought, absentmindedly tripped over it, legs sprawled hap-haphazardly over the ground. He rose, shaking himself to rid himself of the cold snow. He shivered, and continued wandering along.

His head bobbed along with his pace, only rising to heed a call. Then, he spotted it. Ahead, lay a rather unusual lump, colored like....

No. It couldn't be.

Hawkeye stumbled into a run, little tail flowing in the wind, neck stretched out. He arrived next to the lump, which turned out to be Tiger. He collapsed beside the snow-covered stallion, trying not to cry. Losing another friend was the last thing the colt needed. Not after all that had happened.

Eyelids drooped uneasily, sending the young colt off to the land of sleep. Yet, it was a troubled and upset one at that. He wanted the stallion to be awake, so very badly.